When the Dragon Entered

March 11, 2025

Lia had a dream the night before where she was trying to reach me. I was leading a retreat, and she was meant to be part of it—but no matter what she did, she couldn’t get to me. She kept stretching out her hand, trying to catch mine… but she never made it. There was this sense of urgency and disappointment in the dream, like she was watching something important happen without her.

When we dropped into session the next day, the memory of that dream returned. Not just the visuals but the message. Her higher self spoke through the field and said:

I was an extension of her Higher Self. And shared: “I never left. I’m always here.”

And that’s when Lia cried.

The grief of perceived separation broke open.

She’d spent so long chasing what she thought was outside of her.
But in that moment, her higher self made it clear:
What she saw in me, what she was chasing, was already inside her.

Then came the stillness.
And then she whispered:
“I’m in another world.”

Everything went dark, she said except for my face. Behind me, she saw something massive. Ancient. Powerful.

Dragon.
Its head was wide, metallic, like polished armor. Eyes, bright yellow and piercing.
It was still. Watchful. Not threatening but real.

She said the dragon was “with me.”
But then… it came through me and entered her.

Whatever happened next wasn’t intellectual. It was somatic. It was soul-tech.

The dragon spoke through her body.

Its voice was not hers.
It was deep, ancient, non-human, but somehow more her than she had ever sounded before.

Then the dragon spoke. Not in words at first but in something older. Light language that my bones remembered. Guttural. Primal. Like earth splitting open.

And then, just one line came through in English.

The voice was low, so low it didn’t just vibrate the air, it moved through the ground of me. Grunty. Raw. Elemental.

“Stephanie… this is what you’ve been waiting for. The moment you need is here.”

My body began to convulse. I started coughing, primal, guttural, uncontrollable.
Tears came. My mind tried to understand, but my cells already knew.
Something had landed. Something sacred.

When the dragon left her body, Lia collapsed.
Shaking.
In awe.
“I don’t know what that was,” she kept saying. “That wasn’t me.”

Her legs went numb. Her neck tensed up.
I guided her to stay with the energy.

She saw a version of herself, young, silenced, covering her own mouth.
One finger up: “Shh… don’t let them know I’m here.”

I reminded her use her tools, the ones we’ve been working with time and time again in our sessions.

She to breathed into it. Moved it. Cleared it.
She had the tools. She trusted herself.
That part matters. She didn’t need me to fix it.
She claimed the shift in that moment.

We closed the session shortly after. But the ripple didn’t stop.

Because here’s what I need to say out loud:

This wasn’t just a breakthrough for Lia.
It was a mirror for me.
A turning point.

Much of our work together has been me guiding her to surrender to her body, helping her trust her gift as a Seer and not fear the intensity of what comes through her. Lia is deeply visual. Her access is strong. But learning to let it move her to fully allow those frequencies to animate her form has been the edge.

For me, the edge has been different.

I’ve been learning how to hold this scale of energy.
To own the truth that my body, my field… is a living portal.
I don’t channel. I don’t perform.
I am the technology.

When I’m fully surrendered, when my nervous system is rooted in presence,
something opens. And those who are ready who are willing to meet themselves, can receive not from me… but from the field we co-create.

This is a soul agreement.
And Lia… is an Initiate.

This session was her becoming the frequency.
No longer looking to me for access.
But accessing it through herself because the field was safe enough, strong enough, clear enough for her to remember what was already hers.

We both took a leap.
And now I’m sitting here…
Half in awe. Half human.
Craving snacks and my Korean show while feeling the weight of a galactic shift in my bones.

But maybe that’s what embodiment is.
Not escaping into the divine but learning to carry it while laughing, eating, resting, and being here.
Fully here.

With a dragon in your blood.
And your higher self no longer out of reach.